Finally another chapter! I'm not dropping this story, I promise. I've just been super super busy. There was Christmas and work was nuts, then a book in a series I read came out, and anyone who knows me knows i get obsessive about my books. So yeah, it's not an excuse, but it's an explanation. This chapter is longer so yay! and Review! please.

When I woke up the next morning, I put on an oversized sweatshirt and slippers and went outside to see the outside of the house. I smiled when I took in the whole picture. The house looked like it belonged in Cape Cod. It had a shingle-style roof with soft blue, paneled walls. A big bay window was on the right, and a turret on the left with a big window where the den on the stairs was. There was even a big porch curving around to the side of the house. There were lots of greenery, big surprise, too. A big willow tree stood next to the bay window. The sidewalk was lined with bushes and rose bushes surrounded the turret. It was perfect for my family.

The whole day was spent organizing boxes and unpacking the most important items. Mom reorganized the furniture and then unpacked most of the kitchen and bedroom things. Dad had a meeting in the morning, but then got to work on the den and his office. I worked on my room.

My room had hard wood flooring and soft gold walls, so I didn't have to change that. Dad helped me put my bed together. It was a double bed and the head and foot boards were an intricate rod iron design. My comforter was red with matching red curtains on the windows. I put of some photos of Mom, Dad, and me and of me and some friends. Mostly, I put of pictures of nature. When that was done, I helped Mom and Dad. By the end of the day we had a lot of work done, which was good considering I started school the following day.

The morning came too early for my taste. I was nervous, starting at a new school. I had friends at my old school, but no close ones. My childhood best friend moved away in sixth grade, and I've been pretty independent since then.

I was too nervous to eat a big breakfast, so I nibbled at a granola bar as I got ready. I decided on a regular pair of dark jeans, a blue cami, and black hoodie. I wasn't too concerned about my outfit since I would no doubt have my jacket on all day anyway. I left my hair down since the humidity didn't seem to hate it, and it fell nicely in soft waves down my back.

I borrowed Mom's car for the time being. We planned to go car shopping once we were settle in more. Gig Harbor High School was a decent size, not quite as big as my old school, but it was nicer though. It must have been built relatively recently. The two story brick buildings formed a u-shape with an office building off to one side and a gym and auditorium off to the other side. The administration gave Phil my schedule when he enrolled me, so I already had it memorized, but I brought it just in case. I parked in the student lot, took a deep breath, and made my way to my first class.

I got a few stares, but thankfully the school was big enough for a new student not to be a big deal. The teacher gave me a seat in the back and that was all. I'm not painfully shy, but I'm not super outgoing either. The kids around me asked my name and introduced themselves.

After history I had precalculus. I sighed, I've always hated math. Luckily, the teacher did the same as my history teacher, directing me to a vacant desk. A group of girls, currently congregated around the desk beside mine gave me appraising looks. When they seemed satisfied that I wasn't a total freak, but wasn't going to steel their boyfriends either, they smiled tentatively.

"Hi, I'm Erin," the leader, I guessed, introduced herself. She was an average height with blond hair. Overall, very pretty.

"Hi, I'm Sophia, or Sophie," I smiled. "I'm new."

"Yeah, we sort of figured," Erin responded. "This is Kerissa," she pointed to a short brunette with soft features, "and this is Jamie," she continued pointing to the other girl who also had blond hair, obviously bleached. She was shorter and gave me a forced smile, which I returned. The teacher called the class to order before a conversation could begin, and Krissy and Jamie had to go take their seats.

It turns out Erin had my next class with me so we walked together. We talked a bit, and surprisingly she seems like a nice girl. On the way to physics she introduced me to a bunch of people I don't remember, so I'm assuming she must be pretty popular.

I sat with Erin and her group at lunch. Krissy didn't seem to mind, but Jamie didn't seem to pleased. She didn't say anything though, so I ignored it. The rest of the day passed in a similar fashion. The cliques would size me up and the confident ones would introduce themselves.

When I got home, I found both Mom and Dad to be out. Phil had practice and Renee was shopping for things we had left in Florida.

I didn't have any homework, and my room was unpacked so I decided to work on the family room. I put up some paintings and photos, and decorated the room with the trinkets we'd collected over the years. There was an old clock Dad had made in wood-shop when he was in highschool, a little wooden angel reading a book, some candles, a vase for flowers, and a pair of my baby shoes Mom had bronzed. The room seemed empty though. Circling the room, I looked for what was missing. There were no more boxes marked "family room".

Glancing around one more time, I spotted the problem. I'm not sure how I could have missed something so obvious. The bookshelf was almost empty. It only contained a green plant and a family picture from years ago. Since all the other boxes were marked as "kitchen" I reasoned that the missing boxes must have mistakenly been placed in the basement.

The air in the basement was a bit damp and the walls were concrete, never been finished. The lights were recessed though. Not much was down there. A few boxes marked "storage" and some more marked "donate". Away from all of these were some unmarked boxes. I smiled in success, the missing family room things. I had to climb over to them. One would think that movers would stack boxes neatly around the room. This was not the case. The boxes were strewn about the area, some towering, others tiny. It made no sense, but whatever, I found was I needed.

Upon opening the first of the few, I found only old clothes. I hoped that these weren't part of the "donate" pile. The next box wasn't "family room" either. It seemed totally random. I picked out an old faded teddy bear that wasn't mine, some used blue flip flops, and some beaten up books for all ages. Needless to say, I was confused. I had never seen any of this stuff before. I hoped desperately that this wasn't stuff from the old owners.

Moving on to the next box my hopes were low. I slowly opened the box, but sighed in frustration. Inside was paper. Lot's of papers printed from the computer, and some hand written.

"What is all of this junk?" I asked myself.

I sloppily shoved the box aside, and was going to move to the next box when something caught my eye. An envelope had spilled due to my carelessness. I gasped. There was a photograph of the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He sat in a chair in a small kitchen and wore the most radiant smile. His bronze hair was messy and his eyes were a strange topaz. I stared at the photo for an immeasurable amount of time before some writing caught my eye.

"Edward, Charlie's Kitchen. Sept, 13, 2005."

That was 18 years ago.

Hesitantly, I picked it up, only to reveal a whole bundle had spilled out. I gathered them all and sat down against the wall to look at them.

The next pictures were of a small room. The walls were light blue and there were faded yellow curtains on the window. It was a place I had never seen before and obviously a girls room. Then there were people again. The beautiful boy and an older man, but younger than Phil. It was obviously a surprise shot, but for some reason I had a hard time believing the look on the boy's face. The writing said, "Edward and Charlie, family room Sept 14, 2005".

I gasped again at the next picture. It was of my sister. She was older than in the one I had seen ages ago, but it was definitely her. She was standing with the god-like boy, Edward. It all seemed to click in that moment. This was all her stuff. Renee had kept it like I though..., and now I found it. I'd never heard of this Edward before. Only Isabella and Charlie, Renee's first husband. This picture entranced me. My sister. It was like actually seeing her picture made her real to me. Sure, I'd seen her picture once before, but in these ones, she was around my age. I knew she died sometime during that year. But she was my age, or a little older. The math put her at 18. I'm almost 17, so only about a year older than me. I couldn't even think about myself being gone so soon.

The next picture was of Isabella and her father, Charlie. My heart broke for him. I'd always known about him, but never thought about it. The poor man lost his only daughter, and so young. At least Mom had Phil and me, but she had told me Charlie never remarried or anything. He must have really loved Renee. I felt moisture brim in my eyes. I laughed darkly to myself. I had never met any of these people and here I was crying for them.

The rest of the photos were of other kids their age, but I couldn't think on that. I had found actual documents of my long lost sister. My mind went back to the box of paper. Going through it I found they were emails and letters to Mom. I couldn't help myself, and read them all.

At fist they talked about her home in Washington. The rain and green, and that she missed Mom. It seemed that the letter's tone changed a lot from mellow to animated. She mentioned a couple friends, Alice and Edward. Edward from the photo? Then there was talk about doing better, walking again. It made me wonder what happened. After that there was the occasional mention of a Dr. Cullen or Alice or Edward. I discovered that Edward was her boyfriend and that Alice was his sister and Dr. Cullen was their adoptive father. I was captivated with her life, however short it was.

Then right after her birthday the letters became robotic and never really said anything at all. It frustrated me a lot. I felt as though I was getting to know my sister through the short letters, and then they stopped offering me information.

But then, just as suddenly, they picked up again. As if she had come back from vacation. What could have happened. I looked at the ones I hadn't read yet, there weren't many left. The dates were getting further apart too.

Another huge thing caught my eye. A sentence stating a wedding date, August 13th. Who's wedding? Certainly not hers? Why would she want to get married at 18? I could see myself getting married right after high school. It must be someone else's wedding.

Nope. The last letter talked about Alice again, going overboard, and looking forward to Mom's visit for her wedding. There it was. My planned on getting married at 18. Then there was a little talk of going to school in Alaska. Again, why would someone who loved the sun want to go to college in Alaska? And that was all. I still had no idea what happened to her. There was no hint of any danger she may have been facing, or any injury, or illness. All the same, I felt like I had gotten to know her a little. I had a tiny glimpse of her life.

The sound of the garage door opening above me jerked me back to reality. I wasn't ready to face Renee about my discovery yet, so I gathered the pictures of the boy, my sister, and her father, and scurried up the stairs, back to the family room.

Luckily, Mom didn't notice anything off about my behavior, and the evening passed uneventfully. I went to bed thinking about my sister and wondering if, given the chance, we would have had a good relationship.

The rest of the week, I couldn't get Isabella out of my head. Mom didn't notice my distractedness, because she was having difficulty adjusting to our new sunless home. Dad didn't seem to notice either, but that's because he wasn't home much.

I was determined to find out more about my sister and her life. Did she make it to her wedding? What happened? I was determined to find out, even if that meant facing Renee. I decided to talk to her after school.

I sat with Erin and her gang at lunch again, as had become routine. Everyone seemed to be warming up to me, except for Jamie. Krissy even seemed to be coming around.

Finally, the last bell rang and I was released from the imprisonment that is high school. Erin noticed my anxiousness.

"Hey Sophie," she called after me in the parking lot.

"Hey,"

"Are you alright? You seem kind of stressed?" she sounded genuinely concerned.

"What? Oh yeah. I'm okay. I've just got a lot on my mind right now," I explained, smiling sheepishly.

"Okay, but if you want to talk about anything let me know kay?"

"Alright," I complied.

"Good," she smiled. "See you on Monday. My family and I are going to the San Juan Islands for the weekend," she grinned excited.

"Cool, have fun," I waved and hurried home to talk to Renee.

I found Renee in the family room, watching some soap opera.

"Hey Mom, can we talk?" I asked and sat down on the sofa next to her.

"Sure honey, what's on your mind?" I turned off the tv and braised myself.

"Listen, I know that it's hard for you and I completely understand that, it's just, um, I feel I deserve to know too," I said uncertainly.

"What do you 'derserve' to know?" she asked skeptically.

"I want to know about my sister," I stated. Immediately Renee started shaking her head. "I just want to know about her. What was she like? What did she like to do? I don't even need to know how she... Why won't you just talk about her?"

"Sophia,"she warned.

"No Mom, it's time. I've been in the dark my whole life."

"I can't," she whispered and a couple tears leaked from her eyes. I felt bad, but I had to know.

"Maybe, maybe it would help. Just about you guys in Arizona?" I pressed softer. She sniffed a little.

"She looked a lot like you, with brown eyes though. You, you both are very alike. She kept to herself a lot, read..." more tears rolled down her cheeks. I took her hand in mine encouraging her.

"She-she was clumsy, so clumsy. It was difficult for her to walk in a straight line. Then she moved in with Charlie and..." she broke off sobbing. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. I kept pushing.

"Did she have any boyfriends?"

"No. None. Not until..."

"Not until who, Mom?" I pushed yet again.

"..."

"Edward?" I had done it then.

"How do you know about him?" She was alert now.

"You mean how did I know they were engaged?"

"Sophia," she was getting mad.

"Well, you wouldn't tell me anything, what was I supposed to do?" I tried defending myself.

"Wait! You were supposed to wait for me to be ready!" she yelled. Yep, mad now.

"But you'll never be ready! I couldn't wait forever! If you had just talked to me the millions of times I'd asked you, I wouldn't have had to find out myself."

"You had no right to go through those things!" She yelled again, knowing the only way I would have found out was to go through the things in the basement.

"They weren't marked!"

"That's no excuse. I don't go snooping through your things."

"Arg! How old are you?" I wailed putting my hands on my face. "You're such a drama queen! I've practically raised myself!"

"I am not a drama queen! I am your mother and you will not speak to me "that way!"

"Some mother. You won't even tell me about my own sister."

I don't know why I said that. I shouldn't have. I certainly didn't mean it. I love my mother, but I was just so angry. The look on her face broke me. She looked like I had just crushed her. "God, I'm a terrible daughter," I thought.

I couldn't take it. I grabbed the keys and my wallet, and got back into the car, and drove. I had no idea where I was going. I just had to go. I hit the interstate and drove west. Then at some point I drove north. I had been in the car for hours, but it all blended together.

Finally, I started to come to my senses, and realized that I had no idea where I was. Everything was just green. I pulled off the highway and into a small town. I found a gas station and parked. Renee and Phil would be worried. I needed to apologize and find out where I was.

I looked all over the car before it hit me. In my rush I didn't bring my cell phone.

With a sigh, I got out of the car and went inside the small AMPM to talk to the attendant man.

"Excuse me sir, I don't mean to bother," I started.

"Well, firstly it's mam," the woman behind the counter corrected.

"Oh sorry, I wasn't looking. I was hoping you could help me,"

"Firstly, where am I? I mean what city is this? I wasn't paying attention to the signs and I really need to get home. My mom and dad..."

"Woah! Woah, I don't need your life story there. You're in Forks," she didn't seem to be over me calling her sir. Okay, so I knew where I was, Forks. Wait, Fork! How did I get here?

"Are you okay? You're not going to be sick are you? You look pretty pale."

"No, no I'm okay," I said. "Could you possibly give me some directions. I'm sort of lost."

"Well honey, you should probably go over to the police station. They could no doubt give you better directions. They got maps and everything." I nodded. She probably thought I was a runaway and didn't want to deal with me.

"Uh, where is it?"

"Go right out of the parking lot, and go down a couple lights. It's on the left."

"Oh okay, thanks"

I got back in the car and made my way to the station. It was easy to find. The brick building sat on the left side of the street, like the lady said, surrounded my trees and cop cars. I parked in the visitor lot and hesitantly walked up to the door.